"Indeed," Aziraphale agreed nodding, "Our creator of course, she is the greatest healer there is." He explained because it seemed as though Nyx didn't know, but it was a simple thing to explain for Aziraphale. He was interested in hearing how healing worked where Nyx was from, done by someone called the Oracle. "How fascinating, and does she have that same direct line?" He wondered, it certainly sounded that way even if things worked a little differently there than they had in the world he'd come from.
Oh no, there were many who did want it, but he wouldn't argue semantics, he was more interested in what Nyx thought about it all rather than what some nameless person might or might not feel about the matter at hand as it were. "Is that so? I rather thought the body did a great deal of that without the aid of injuries." He reminded Nyx, he'd watched humans grow old often enough that he understood the way a body deteriorated, pains like what Nyx had were less to do with aging and more to do with circumstance and that never seemed like something to hold on to.
"No need for all that, I assure you." He promised, watching as Nyx peeled away the bandages and let him see what lay beneath."My dear fellow you should have come to me sooner, this is no way to live- burning from the inside?" He asked, stopping short at that idea, he'd never heard of such a thing.